Month: April 2013

The One Song Teardrops stain the soul’s windows As distant melodies from yonder unknown Wrap their fingers around my heart A song I never knew, spoke to me A melody I’ll never know, you see I barely heard the words to it And a fire in me was indeed lit Craning neck and straining ears…

Phantom Pain Would it that it wereThe extreme awarenessAttached to another’s existenceThen severed like a septic armBut phantom limbs still hurtThe worst kind of pain. -Miss Daisy I had intended on writing a rather sappy post today about my…

Synesthesia is a surreal blending of sensation, perception and emotion. Because we live in God’s magical cauldron, we are all different in beautiful, special ways. In my new favourite neuroscientist’s (V. S. Ramachandran’s) words: Some of us are synesthetes, experiencing the world in extraordinary ways, seeming to inhabit a strange no-man’s-land between reality and fantasy. They…

That scent arouses vivid memories Blissful moments when time had stopped Try to hide the gentleness in your eyes A little mystery never hurt anyone These things were meant to happen. Furtive glances stir pools of emotions Holding back was never easy anyway Tears over a sad, beautiful tragedy Outbursts of private revelations The world…

Can you feel it? Bare feet on the wet morning grass The feel of rose petals kissing skin Lying in sheets of cotton candy clouds Feather light, weightless hearts Can you feel it coursing through you The river that feeds your hunger? Eyelashes dancing, tickling flushed cheeks Memories of sun rays warming these arms And…

Yesterday morning, I’d been thinking about the dynamics of friendship. How two people can feel like they’ve known each other all their lives, yet they just met. I have a couple of people in my life with whom I have that connection. By a couple, I mean about two people. I don’t think that’s a…

I hate these moments when there’s one thing on your mind the entire day and when you think you’ve finally forgotten to remember to think about it, you see a slight movement at the corner of your eye, or hear the vibration of your phone accompanied by the blinking light and you give a start….

Have you ever had the biggest crush in the world on someone? Like a boy (or a girl, for the guys)? And he’s the picture of virtue and perfection? You can’t even see him in your mind’s eye without that ornate marble pedestal he seems to have been born on. You gawk at him, not…

Haven In my waking hours when my hand is not wrapped around yoursI lay me down, just a couple of minutes, to catch a glimpse of youAlong the corridors, I go winding, my mind conducting toursWhite washed walls with pictures of your face, a wonderful viewAnd I don’t mind being alone thenFor I make you…